We had our third kid. He was born with a bum heart (meaning a heart with a defect, not the actual heart of a homeless man--kids aren't born with such things, but have to wrestle them out of the corpses of the homeless they've killed themselves using principles learned from first-person computer games). He had heart surgery when he was two weeks old, and he hasn't had a noticeable problem since then.
At the end of the year, I began to apply to graduate schools. We weren't sure where we were going: Boston, Washington, Philadelphia, Chicago, Saint Louis, Nashville, or Houston.
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